Chapter 127

Millie glanced at Brandon, but his eyes stayed on the rain sliding down the window. He didn't look at her.

"Yeah," she said softly.

She did love him. But that was then. Now, she had chosen to stop loving him.

There was no reason to say it aloud though-no need to stir up emotions before tomorrow.

Brandon turned his head just in time to see Millie stepping out into the rain.

The Bennett family's ties still randeep in the Watson Group, and digging into James' death would take the right connections.

She needed him. She needed the Watson name.

Brandon believed that in five months, when he told her everything, she would understand. He believed she still loved him. That she couldn't live without him.Now Millie was already walking ahead with Giffard and Alexia, disappearing into the rain.

The downpour was heavy. Even with an umbrella, her clothes clung to her skin.

"I'll go get the car," Giffard said.

Alexia handed over the keys to him.

He jogged off, umbrella in hand, while Millie and Alexia waited under the shelter of a nearby roof.

Millie brushed rain from her pants. Alexia noticed the redness in her eyes and hesitated before asking,"What did he say to you?"

"Just things from the past. He also talked about the accident... And said he didn't push me on purpose,"Milie said calmly.

Alexia's face tightened. "You're not thinking of forgiving him, are you? He's awful, Millie. He hurt you so badly."

Millie shook off the last drops of rain and stood up straight. She smiled gently and patted Alexia's shoulder. "No chance I'll ever forgive him. Tomorrow morning at 9, we're getting the divorce decree," she said.

Alexia studied her face, looking for any sign of hesitation. Seeing none, she finally exhaled.

She squeezed MMillie's hand. "You've been through enough. Don't look back. He's not worth it."

Millie felt a dull ache in her chest. She held Alexia's hand tighter and nodded, "I know."

Soon,Giffard pulled up.

They returned the umbrellas to the kind officer,and then climbed into the car.

Meanwhile, Eugene borrowed an umbrella and walked over to Brandon.

"Mr. Watson, how did it go with Mrs. Watson?"Eugene asked as he got into the driver's seat and wiped the rain off.

Brandon didn't answer. He just stared out the window at the rain. He wasn't even sure how he felt.

Seeing this, Eugene didn't press further. He drove off, returned the umbrella, and had a few words with Brandon's lawyer. Then, he turned the car around and headed back with Brandon.

The rain kept pouring. At home, Vivian paced the floor.

She'd been trying to reach someone, but the line wouldn't connect.

The last message she got said trouble was coming and he might go dark for a while. He also claimed he had cleaned things up for her.

"Damn it!" Vivian cursed under her breath.

"What do you mean, 'cleaned up'?" she muttered,eyes glued to the news on TV.

The person who'd been hit by the car was still

critical. The police were already searching for the suspect.

Even if he got away, he wouldn't be able to move freely in the city again.

And now, the hunt had begun.

"Thank God for this rain. Maybe it'll wash away some evidence," Vivian murmured.

With that, she lay on the bed.

Her thoughts drifted to Brandon.

"Tomorrow... They should be able to get the divorce done smoothly, right?" she whispered.

She had it all planned. Once the divorce papers were signed, she'd marry Brandon.

It was her "last wish." And Brandon had to agree.Then she'd finally be his wife.

That thought lit up her face with a hopeful smile.

The rain drenched the city, soaking every corner.

Giffard and Alexia dropped Millie off at her apartment.

She had taken a taxi earlier, so her car was still parked at home.

"Should I stay with you?" Alexia asked, her voice laced with worry.

Millie shook her head. "No need. You were frightened today. Go home, take a hot shower, relax a bit, and sleep well. Don't catch a cold."

Alexia nodded. Truth be told, she might just wake Millie up with a nightmare if she stayed.

"We'll get going then. Call me if anything happens,"she said with concern.

Millie smiled and nodded to reassure her.

She stood quietly after they drove off, and then turned and walked slowly to the elevator, her steps heavy.

In another car, Eugene asked carefully, "Mr. Watson,where should we go now?"

Brandon didn't answer right away.

Eugene sighed.

Just then, Brandon's phone vibrated.

He glanced at the screen. It was Vivian.

He hesitated, but then answered, recalling something.

"Brandon," Vivian said shyly.

"Yeah," he replied.

"Where are you now?" she asked.

"I'm in the car," Brandon said flatly.

"You're not with Millie, are you? I saw some gossip online about... your dinner with her tonight," she pressed.

"No. I'm with Eugene," Brandon replied.

Eugene added smoothly, "Miss Simpson, we're heading back now."

Vivian let out a breath.

Then she said softly, "Sorry, Brandon...I got jealous."

Brandon didn't respond. He kept watching the rain roll down the glass.

"Did she still agree to the divorce?" Vivian asked after a pause.

"Yes," he answered.

"That's good," Vivian whispered. Silence followed.Then, she said, "Brandon... Where are you going now? Do you want me to stay with you tonight?"

Brandon lowered his gaze. "It's been a long day.I just want to be alone."

"Oh... Okay. Take good care of yourself," Vivian replied.

"I will," he said, and then hung up.

The call ended. Brandon suddenly felt drained.

The day had dragged on endlessly.

The Maybach rolled through the rain.

"To Serenity Villa," Brandon instructed.

"Yes, Mr. Watson," Eugene said, setting the GPS.They arrived soon after.

Brandon stepped out, crossed the wet courtyard,and entered the house. He turned on all the lights.Still, the place felt hollow.

He didn't go to the bedroom. He lay down on the sofa instead.

Staring at the ceiling, he felt like he didn't belong to this world.

His phone buzzed again.

He looked at it.

The clock had just struck midnight.